TOOK THE SHAME OUT OF MY BREAD

Liam with Beady Eye (2011) singing their newly released song Millionaire and inserting the word brother into the lyrics.

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The lyrics as written by Andy Bell:

The Sphinx by Oscar Wilde Come forth my lovely seneschal! so somnolent, so statuesque!  Come forth you exquisite grotesque! half woman and half animal!  Come forth my lovely languorous Sphinx! and put your head upon my knee!  And let me stroke your throat and see your body spotted like the Lynx! And let me touch those curving claws Of yellow ivory and grasp  The tail that like a monstrous Asp coils round your heavy velvet paws! Sing to me of the Jewish maid who wandered with the Holy Child,  And how you led them through the wild, and how they slept beneath your shade.  Sing to me of that odorous green eve when crouching by the marge  You heard from Adrian's gilded barge the laughter of Antinous  And lapped the stream and fed your drouth and watched with hot and hungry stare  The ivory body of that rare young slave with his pomegranate mouth! (...) Lift up your large black satin eyes which are like cushions where one sinks!  Fawn at my feet, fantastic Sphinx! And sing me all your memories!  (...) Why are you tarrying? Get hence! I weary of your sullen ways,  I weary of your steadfast gaze, your somnolent magnificence.  Your horrible and heavy breath makes the light flicker in the lamp,  And on my brow I feel the damp and dreadful dews of night and death.  Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake,  Your tongue is like a scarlet snake that dances to fantastic tunes,  Your pulse makes poisonous melodies, and your black throat is like the hole  Left by some torch or burning coal on Saracenic tapestries. (...) What songless tongueless ghost of sin crept through the curtains of the night,  And saw my taper burning bright, and knocked and bade you enter in?  Are there not others more accursed, whiter with leprosies than I?  Are Abana and Pharphar dry that you come here to slake your thirst?  Get hence, you loathsome misery! Hideous animal, get hence!  You wake in me each bestial sense, you make me what I would not be. You make my creed a barren sham, you wake foul dreams of sensual life,  And Atys with his blood-stained knife were better than the thing I am.